Late Night Shit-Posting

One Shot

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It's late.

At least, that's what Izuku assumes as he blinks up slowly at the ceiling. The rest of class 1A had called it a night around 11 and disappeared into their respective dorms.

Well, except Katsuki and Shouto, of course, who laid on either side of Izuku in his bed, both their limbs splayed haphazardly over the boy who lay snug in the middle. Yet, despite the warmth and comfort that engulfed him, he found it incredibly difficult to fall asleep. He just couldn't, not with his mind running the way it was.

Being the predecessor to the symbol of hope had its upsides, sure, but the nagging feeling that he isn't the right choice is one he can't seem to shake.  All his classmates had years to train their quirks, years to master them and make them part of themselves, yet they continue to improve dramatically every day while he can't help but feel like he's lagging behind. Being last place wasn't something he could afford anymore and the pressure of that thought has continued to take a toll on him, mentally and physically.

Despite how hard he trains, how much he pushes himself to be better than he was the day before, working himself to the point of exhaustion, he still finds himself drowning in his thoughts, sleep an idle effort at the back of his mind.

He realized he must have been muttering out loud again as he watched a still very much asleep Katsuki grumble his name beside him and adjust so that his back was facing him. Izuku can't hold back the small grin that spreads across his face at the motion, his fondness for his boyfriend pushing his anxieties to the back of his mind for a moment.

‘I need to distract myself before I wake them up,’ he thinks, already looking around the room for options. He looks up at the phone resting on his headboard and debates internally for a moment before pulling it off the charger and unlocking it.

He finds himself mindlessly scrolling through his social media’s, not sure of any better alternatives to his current conundrum. Eventually, he finds his way to Twitter, where he follows his fellow classmates and a majority of the upperclassmen from Yuuei. When he first joined (at the insistence of Ochako), he wasn't familiar with the platform at all and had assumed it to be a way for students to communicate effectively. What he actually came upon was shit-post after shit-post, most of them Yuuei centric. Despite it not being his particular cup of tea when it came to online activities, he could admit it was a decent distraction at times like these.

He skimmed past post after post either complaining about school work or vague inside jokes shared between other classmates. He has to stifle a giggle when he reads a tweet boldly comparing Aizawa to a fat, angry cat which causes the boys beside him to stir.

He stops scrolling when a picture of All Might catches his eye.

The undignified snort comes before he has time to catch it and he finds himself struggling to keep quiet, his body shaking with his hushed laughter.

“Deku, I swear to god,” Katsuki grumbles, sleep still heavy in his voice as he rolls back over to face his boyfriend. “Why the fuck are up still up?”

Izuku's still trying to suppress his giggles, a hand pressed over his grinning lips as he turns his screen to face Bakugou.

“Look, it's Gun Might Kacchan.”

He narrows his eyes at the screen for a moment before turning his gaze to Izuku's amused face.

A pillow meets his face.

“Is this what you do at night? Go the fuck to sleep,” Katsuki groans, no real vice to his words.

“At least he has a sense of humor,” Todoroki mumbles from the other side of Izuku, clearly just waking up himself.

Izuku's smile remains, “Sorry Shouchan, didn't mean to wake you.”

“Oh, but fuck me, right?” Another pillow to the face, this time angled to hit both of them at once. Izuku giggles at this, his chest suddenly feeling ten times lighter than it had minutes before. Shouto simply grunts in response before shoving Katsuki off the bed with his free hand. Katsuki falls rather ungracefully, an undignified yelp accompanying the motion.

“WHY YOU LITTLE-” Katsuki leaps onto the bed, ready for blood. Todoroki grabs him by the front of his shirt and pulls him down to his level, pressing his lips gently to the other’s, effectively pacifying the explosive blond.

“You're the only one keeping anyone awake now, Katsuki,” he remarks coolly, smoothing a hand down his back.

“Fuck off,” is the half-hearted response he receives before they all collectively readjust and settle back down.

Izuku discards his phone above his head then sinks further into the comforting embrace of his boyfriends, suddenly feeling much less anxious than he was moments ago.

“G'night Kacchan. G'night Shouchan,” he whispers. They respond in equally hushed and fatigued tones.

Sure, he had a lot of catching up to do but that's tomorrow's problem. For now, he can focus on the soft snoring emitting from either side of him to lull him to sleep.